Part of my journey as a Five on the Enneagram has had to do with my attitude about information.
As a child, I took to reading like a duck to water. I soon became an indiscriminate reader. Comic books, school books, the classics, storybooks and novels, poems, my parents’ books/magazines/newspapers (they were avid readers too), cereal boxes, food labels, trashy magazines, entire menus, every sign that I encountered, billboards, and so on.
My eyes and my mind were very attracted to the written word. (I wear contact lenses now, but my glasses were as thick as Coke bottles.)
I behaved as if I believed that if I read everything I possibly could, at some point I would understand everything. Life, the universe, my purpose, the answers.
This was an unconscious belief, as so many are.
The irony is that I missed out on some important aspects of living because I had my nose in a book!
On the plus side, I was a very good student in school and have gotten many jobs because I could read and write well. (Being an avid reader is the basis for being a good writer, in my opinion.)
I’ve become more discriminating with age, I’m happy to report. I don’t read everything any more. Whew. That wasn’t a very good strategy, was it?
In fact, these days if I start reading a book and if it is not compelling from the start, I put it aside. Maybe I’ll finish it later, maybe not.
Of course, much reading is simply required — road signs, food labels, homework, text messages, deposit slips.
I’ve become more conscious about why I read. Now it’s more of a choice about what information or inspiration will broaden or deepen my journey.
The reading I most treasure these days is finding new and useful information, information that makes a difference in people’s quality of life. I guess you could call this kind of information insight or wisdom.
That kind of reading and discerning gives direction to this blog.
I love discovering what works, and I love to share what I find. When I think of what “the truth” means to me, it’s useful information that works or that serves quality of life. Like how to prevent insomnia or a particularly useful way of phrasing an idea, for example.
I’ve also become more attracted to the questions. More on that to come.
Heck, maybe this is one of those things that you know about me already. If so, please rejoice that I’m becoming more conscious.
Ultimate “five” moment: reading a vintage dictionary with friends at a party!
Ha ha, Katie! That was fun. Thanks for blessing my house. It may be of interest (to some!) that this 1934 edition of Webster’s New International Dictionary (unabridged, weighs 16 pounds) does not contain those four-letter Anglo-Saxon words we were so fond of looking up at age 10, but it does picture two German flags — a plain one and one with a swastika. Little did they know.